Posts Tagged ‘Tyler Edmonds’

Most if not all of our lives are spent in states of spiritual unconsciousness. We grow up with little clue as to the true nature of our realities. We don’t understand who we are, or what our abilities might truly consist of. We really don’t. We believe we are in control, and we battle to control what little we have control over, until finally we realize we really aren’t in control of anything. And this generates much pain and suffering and sadness and anger and regret, and we take that and we aim it at others only to have it boomerang right back at us, and ruin the very existence we were trying to improve in the first place.

When I was a kid, I experienced all of this unconsciousness just like Larry King and Brandon McInerney did. I battled through unconscious existence with most of my friends and family. Only, unlike Larry, I survived my unconscious childhood, barely. Before his tragic demise, Larry had suffered so much pain at such a difficult time in his life. He was fifteen, battling everyone and everything to understand who he thought he might be, and he battled for acceptance in his very home for the very same reason, and he lost that battle too.

Same with William McInerney. His lack of consciousness haunted him until his 47th year when it stole his life through a thick fog of booze and opiates and blunt trauma to the head. But not before this man showered his world with violence in temper and hateful, angry thoughts. His emotions raged out of control. He shot and abused his wife. He sired a child and raised him as best he could, which meant spreading his violent lack of consciousness through his offspring.

Nicholas Markowitz was riding the unconscious highway to extinction before reaching his sixteenth birthday. He was upset at being unable to live life as he saw fit. He battled to control who he was, and what he wanted out of life. Same for his brother Ben, whose unconscious spiral through drugs and violence and alcohol toward his own aborted death instead triggered the chain of events that led to his brother’s murder, and the near destruction of his family, all in the name of unconsciousness. Ben’s chief antagonist, Jesse James Hollywood, and all those who went down with him in a hail of bullets and prison and destruction, guys like Ryan Hoyt, Jesse Rugge, William Skidmore, and Graham Pressley, also spent their entire lives in unconscious states.

THE AWAKENING

Unconsciousness also landed Tyler Edmonds in prison for five of the most precious years of his life, from 13 to eighteen years of age. And you know what? Tyler will never get those years back, one of the sad costs of unconsciousness. Through his ordeal, however, Tyler did gain something even more important. Something that’ll help him survive and probably even thrive during these very difficult times in life. It’s called awareness. Tyler has become aware of who he is, and he has awakened to his very presence. He has begun to understand that this moment, right here and right now, as it stands in his life, is all he’s got. It’s all any of us ever really have, although most of us don’t realize it yet.

When I speak of unconsciousness, I’m talking about a condition that affects us all at some point in our lives, and most of us throughout. We are born into the Garden of Eden, so to speak. As children, we are but reflections of the Kingdom of God. Our minds do not run incessantly, tormented with anger and hatred and stress and anxiety from thoughts and obsessions with past and future times that we have no control over. As a child, our negative emotional body has generally not developed enough to take over and control our every thought and move. Our egoic mind has not formed enough to try to control what is not controllable, segregate us from all that is, and fill everything we do with a negativity that will paint an unfortunate reality around us. It takes time to develop these negative, conditioned qualities.

As young children, most of us have not yet been conditioned away from our natural state of Being, this connection to the Divine, this God consciousness. Yet, with a little time spent with dysfunctional parents, controlling government, manipulative religion, and a null-and-void educational system, we begin to identify ourselves as separate from others. We believe we are different. We watch too much media, play too many video games, and assume every act in life can be redone through a reset button. We are socially conditioned to judge and label and build prejudices against certain colors, looks, and ways of life. This is ego out of control. This is unconsciousness at its most powerful and negative influence. This is who we are. This is how most of us run our lives on a daily basis, through ego-driven unconsciousness. This is how I spent many years of my life, and so did you, whether you want to admit it or not. And you probably still are right now as you read this.

The conditioning we are raised with colors everything we do. It taints what should be our unadulterated appreciation for everything that surrounds us at all times. It makes us want to be somewhere else or someone else, or hate or envy others for very selfish reasons. I was lucky. I found a crack in my dark existence that peeled away to light and I’m now able to write about these experiences. I survived my difficult time as a child, and now I can write about those experiences as well. Guys like Larry, Brandon, William, Nick, Ben, Jesse, and Ryan, however, never really had the chance to see themselves in this light. They were operating in a world of darkness where family and friends were wearing unconscious blinders along with them, and nobody could show anybody how to act or where the light was because no one could see it. That’s why they’re all in prison, now…and worse.

FINE LINE BETWEEN VICTIM AND PERPETRATOR

There used to be a joke running around the office that said there’s a fine line between a lawyer and a liar. The same could be said about the fine line of unconsciousness between victims and their perpetrators. The negative pull from one attracts the negative emission from the other like moths to a light. The negative energy from one feeds the negative body inside the other, which grows with negativity, causing us to do things we never would if we had a clue to our conscious abilities. Consciousness begets consciousness. And in the same light, or shadow, unconsciousness breeds its like energies. If these unconscious patterns go undetected, they can be passed down from one generation to the next, with the unconsciousness seemingly growing greater and greater until crisis destroys the victim, or helps to stir them awake. This is where Tyler Edmonds finds himself now. Awakened to the reality that peace and love do not exist from operating through a perpetually negative emotional state. Awakened to the understanding that the energy he generates now through thought and emotion and sensory perception – his present consciousness – will continue to feed his ultimate reality.

Tyler will never find himself in legal trouble again because of this newfound awakened state. And this is what I pray we can accomplish with each and every unconscious person who we find spinning out of control in a world filled with anger and hatred. People like Tyler Edmonds will prove to one and all that all it takes is a little time and effort to transform oneself. It’s a process, not a quick fix. And it’s never too late to start. This begins by putting the past behind us, as Tyler has done. It continues by never worrying about what might take place in a future we have no control over. This is when we begin to realize that all we have, for better or worse, is what we’ve generated for ourselves right at this moment. And now’s the time to be grateful for all that is. To set aside conditioned reactive patterns that generate negative personal reality. Become the change that we want to witness around us. And this can be done for all of us, at any time, right now.

Tyler sitting in the front bucket of the backhoe, lifted in the air the day his trial ended.
me sitting in the front bucket of the backhoe, lifted in the air the day my trial ended.

Looking at the sun is so refreshing these days. Since 2003, there weren’t many times when I really noticed the sun. I was too focused on what I was facing ahead to appreciate what little I did still have. But now all of that is over, and every time I see the sun I can’t help but to smile. It reminds me of a song…I can’t think of the name or the exact lyrics, but it talks about seeing better days than these. I’m in my better days now, and, damn, it feels good! Going through the storms showed me how bad it could be so I could appreciate the sunshine even more. It worked each day I see the sun, I look up, smile, and thank God for another day in paradise.

TYLER EDMONDS

A little more wisdom from someone I admire tremendously, the man who has survived the belly of the beast, Stolen Boy contributor, Tyler Edmonds:


There are those people in our lives who make us question who we are. They pick apart your life, criticizing this or that, telling you what you should or should not have done here and there. They make you wonder what you would have done differently and which things you would have left alone. Sometimes, their comments make you feel as if you’re a failure and as if everything you’ve done was a waste.

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Tyler Edmonds enjoying his new-found freedom.

I myself have had a few of those moments in my life, and I have absolutely questioned who I am. The one thing that brings me back down to earth is remembering that time moves forward, not backwards. You can’t, nor will you ever be able to go back in time and change the things that you wish could have been said or done differently. This is fact; this is reality.

The things of the past are the past, and dwelling on the past gets you nowhere. I’ve now made it a point to never question who I am again, simply because I KNOW who I am.

Who I am is a human being that makes mistakes just like everyone else. Who I am is an imperfect being. I don’t pretend to be perfect, nor do I strive to be. The only thing that I strive to be is less like everyone else, and more like myself. Not a non-conformist, but an individual. We each have specific characteristics that differentiate us from everyone else. These characteristics are what make each of us unique, and I believe that our uniqueness is something that should never be sacrificed in order to please another. While we are each constantly changing and evolving as a person, we are all in some way grounded to the same basic laws of humanity as everyone else. So even though I don’t always have all of the answers or know which way to go, I know that no matter what, I can rely on my own humanity to get me through anything that life throws at me. When all else fails, trial and error is tried and true. You live and learn by making mistakes. You fall off and you get back on. It’s just that simple.

Who I am is an individual that is imperfect. I am an individual that has, and will continue to make mistakes along life’s way. But I refuse to ever give up myself, and I refuse to conform myself based on anyone else’s expectations or definitions of who they think that I am or should be. I will live my life doing what I think is the right thing to do, and I will be forever grounded and confident in my own beliefs. I will never straddle both sides of the fence, and I will always be honest to the Nth degree. I will live my life the way that I see fit, and I will never compromise my integrity for the benefit of another. I am who I am, and who I’m not, I may never be. Take me as I am, or don’t take me at all. Because I am Tyler, and this is who I am.

We all now know about the journey 19-year-old Tyler Edmonds has faced. More than twenty-five percent of this teen’s life has been spent behind adult prison bars. So what has become of Tyler now? From where does the quality of his life now derive? The latest notes and thoughts on meaningful lessons in life that Tyler believes will benefit him on his path are now available for all of us to share. These ideas were first penned by Tyler back in November of 2006, and now Tyler would like to share them with you.

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Tyler says:

1.) I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.

2.) I’ve learned that sometimes bad things just happen and you have to deal with them and move on.

3.) I’ve learned that people make mistakes. You can either hate them and live in the past, or you can forgive them and move on.

4.) I’ve learned that nothing worthwhile is ever easy, and anything worth having is worth fighting for.

5.) I’ve learned that no matter how bad you have it, there’s always someone who has it worse. So if they can do it, so can I.

6.) I’ve learned that no matter what, there is ALWAYS hope.

7.) I’ve learned to never take anything for granted.

8.) I’ve learned that a lot of times you have to do things that you really don’t want to do.

9.) I’ve learned to NEVER give up.

10.) I’ve learned that you never stop learning. Everyday is a lesson, and today is just a test of yesterday’s lesson.

Tyler Edmonds
November 24, 2006

And we thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Tyler. These are lessons all of us could use to improve the quality of our journey.

This is a follow-up piece by one of our newest, prized contributors, Cari Barichello, a mother, activist, supporter of Tyler and other troubled youth, and administrator for Justiceforjuveniles.org, who has her own thoughts and suggestions following Tyler Edmonds’ ordeal.

Please read her wonderful commentary below, and tell us your thoughts on the issues raised:

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Tyler Edmonds enjoys his freedom at last.
THE AIRING OF TYLER’S TRIAL

The airing of Tyler’s trial last week (on TruTV) has me once again, emotionally exhausted. You’d think after advocating for children in the adult system for over ten years now, I’d be somewhat immune to the heartache. I’m convinced now that will never happen, and that’s okay, because with that pain comes anger and that anger ignites my determination to change our corrupt system even more.

I learned so many new things this week to add to the same old judicial woes not just from Tyler’s trial per se, but from those who watched with their own eyes, as I did. Some are realizations and some are personal insights that have been eating away at me for years.

Tyler’s mom, Sharon, told the police she did not want Tyler questioned alone, yet the deputy was ordered to remove her. I have to wonder if the jury was flabbergasted when they seen that poor woman pounding on the door to get into the same room with her son? “Wait,” they must of thought…”don’t we teach our children to not speak with authorities without a parent or attorney present? Have we got it all wrong?”

The one good thing that came out of that taped confession is that very issue. Had an attorney been present, he would never have allowed Tyler to speak one word. It proved that law enforcement can do at times what they want, when they want, even if it’s outside the lines of our laws.

MANDATORY SENTENCING

Mandatory sentencing is not a “One Size Fits All” solution. There has to be a middle ground or meeting of the minds of sortS when it comes between the fine line of juvenile and adult punishment. For the harshest of crimes, a Juvenile ends at age 18-21, Adult is “Life Without Parole,” even for first time offenders. Both the Adult and Juvenile systems need an overhaul to either extend the time period of incarceration or impose adult status and punishment after age of majority, if the child has not reached rehabilitation.

HR 4300

HR 4300 needs to pass this 2009 session to end Juvenile LWOP and to allow judges discretion when sentencing. The Grand Jury system has to become balanced by presenting the defense side, not just the State’s. This (the present) form of ease to Adult Waiver makes it effortless for the ELECTED State’s Attorney’s to warehouse our children with adult criminals. Lastly, not all children are in need of rehabilitation! Why do we decide punishment around that one main fact? Like Tyler, there was nothing mentally wrong with him, he just trusted a manipulative adult. Bad choices should not automatically deem a child in need of psychiatric help.

This chapter has ended now for Tyler who is now a legal adult, by all sense of the word. As Ms. (Robyn) Bramson so eloquently pointed out in regards to her client Brandon McInereny, “In the juvenile system he would have been referred to as Brandon. In the adult system he is referred to as Mr.McInerney.”

My last word to the state of Mississippi: “Mister” is a surname for an adult. Please call Tyler Mr. Edmonds from now on and show him the respect today he deserves that he did not get when he was a child.

This is a repost from a very special day with a very special friend, and with pics too. Doesn’t get any better than that, does it? This post was getting so many readers attention that I had to go back and read it again, and then I decided to repost it because of the way it touched me in all the warm and squiggly places.

To realize how far this child has come, what he has endured. To hear and breathe the honesty and childishness in what he says, and to see it in the way he smiles. Tyler is so lucky, and we are so lucky to have him back. The photos were sent for your pleasure this morning from Tyler, who is off to the wild west for a weekend of sun and relaxation. Go get ’em, homeboy, and…

Peace and Blessings in all you do. You are an inspiration to so many…

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Tyler lifted to victory in the front bucket of a backhoe, the day after his acquittal.

Tyler Edmonds: Today is a great day

Thanks to a fair-minded Mississippi jury, Tyler Edmonds has his life back. If you remember, at thirteen years old, Tyler was wrongfully convicted of murder. What appeared to be a corrupt criminal justice system, then flushed Tyler away as if he were just more youthful refuse that needed to be removed from society. Tyler was sentenced, at thirteen, to life in a men’s adult prison, with no shot at parole.

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Tyler sets afire transcripts of his testimony the day the trial ended.

But justice did find it’s way, even to Mississippi, and Tyler is now a free man. And he’s spending the happiest holiday season of his life with those that matter most to him. Our hats go off to Tyler, and all those who came aboard to help set him, and our hearts, free.

Tyler says he’s a big fan of Stolen Boy, and we can tell you from our end, that we’ve made a friend for life. Thank you Tyler for all the inspiration, and your inspiring words below.

TYLER EDMONDS WRITES:

“Today is a great day…today is the first day of the rest of my life. Today I woke up and for the first time in almost 6 years, realized that I had nothing to worry about anymore. After going through the fire, and coming out on the other side unscathed, it’s finally all over. I can move forward knowing that because of this I am a stronger person with a character as strong as steel. Though I’ve hurt, I have also learned. And because of this I know that I can finally live freely. The world is at my feet, patiently waiting for me to embrace the wonders that lie ahead. Life is good, and I am HAPPY…read the story of my life, and as you turn the page…watch me live it.”

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Tyler and mom have a mother-son moment.

This is a blog that I wrote on November 2nd, the day after my acquittal. It’s only a paragraph, but what it says and means is monumental. As Thanksgiving approaches, I can’t help but reminisce on the things that I have endured, and better yet SURVIVED. Life is such a fragile thing. It is something that we all too often take for granted, something that most of us only show gratitude for once a year on Thanksgiving. This Thanksgiving for me will, by far, be the most meaningful, gratuitous Thanksgiving that I have ever lived. My life has changed in ways that most cannot begin to fathom this year, but that is beside the point. The point is that though I went through a lot, I am FAR from the only one who has endured loss by the hands of our fallible judicial system. There are many children who have had to endure, and many that continue to endure as I have. This Thanksgiving is a special Thanksgiving…it is a time for us to be thankful for what we have and who we are. But this is also a time for us to be aware and empathetic for those who continue to suffer; especially the children caught in the wheels of justice, which we all know turn very slowly. Say a special prayer this Thanksgiving for these children, and remember them all year long. Sympathy and good intentions mean nothing without action…join us in our journey and mission to bring awareness and CHANGE to the devastating events that occur EVERYDAY to the children that will lead our world tomorrow…

Live life with Passion, take Nothing for granted, and for everything give Thanks…

Tyler Edmonds

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Tyler Edmonds blends into Hollywood, California.

While watching my trial play out in front of my eyes on TV this week, I can’t help but be thankful that it’s over, and that I am finally at peace with myself and my past. Peace is so hard to define. What is peace, and better yet, where do you find it?

For me, peace is pretty simple. Peace is acceptance. Accepting my past for what it was; remembering it, but not dwelling on it. Peace isn’t having all the answers or always knowing which way to go, but rather knowing how to live. I am living in the now, not in the past. Not focusing on the negatives of what the past has been, but rather focusing on the positive of what has come from it.

I now can move forward with my life, comfortable in my own skin and content with who I am. I have passed the test: I enjoy my own company, and I can look at myself in the mirror without even a glimmer of disgust with my past or myself. My past is what it is, and it can’t be changed or altered. Therefore, there is no sense in being disgusted or dwelling on it.

I am happy, and I am at peace.

Tyler Edmonds

It was a day probably like any other day, but very different. And there I was with a celebrity of sorts, and at first I didn’t really know what to say. But Tyler Edmonds had flown all the way out to LA, thanks to an invitation from Dr. Phil, and he had some time to spare, so that’s why we were getting together in the first place.

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Stolen Boy, Tyler Edmonds, and Universal Studios.

We had begun corresponding shortly after Tyler’s acquittal, and he had told me how very much he liked Stolen Boy, and how he appreciated all the things I had written about him. Now, they had just finished shooting Tyler’s episode with the doctor, and that’s why I had been circling around my old stomping grounds at Hollywood and Highland, right up the street from my alma mater, Hollywood High School. Because we had places to go and things to do. Because Tyler’s time in LA was running short.

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Tyler Edmonds, Betsy Lott, and Stolen Boy. 

After about my twelfth trip around the block, and a quick study of all the barbed wire surrounding Hollywood High (was all that stuff really there when I went there?), I finally got him on the cell, and soon I found myself opening my door in front of the swank Hollywood hotel Dr. Phil had kept him in. Seconds after my three new friends took seats inside my car we were gone.

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Tyler Edmonds blends into Hollywood, California.

Since Tyler had never really been anywhere in his life – thanks to the corrupt Mississippi criminal justice system that tried to lock him up forever and a day when he was thirteen – Tyler had been escorted out west by his wonderful savior/godmother, Betsy Lott, and her sweet fifteen-year-old son, George.

Our first stop was atop the Hollywood Hills, where from our Mulholland turnout, we checked out the San Fernando Valley, which included Universal Studios with all its lavish accoutrements. We took pictures and I tried desperately to find the space house, but it wasn’t visible like it had been when I was growing up there. It was hidden behind some grotesque million-dollar homes, so Tyler had a quick smoke, the four of us shared a few laughs, and off to the beach we went.

We ended up driving down the sweeping curves of Sunset Boulevard, past hotel row and Tower Records in Hollywood, through the glitzy multi-million dollar homes of Beverly Hills, and through all the high-rises of Westwood, and around UCLA.

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Stolen Boy, Tyler Edmonds, and California’s Channel Islands. 

By the time we reached Highway 1, the orange orb was beginning to settle upon the blue-green serenity of the Pacific, and the peace of Malibu, California awaited us. This was where I used to belong.

I lived in Malibu when I went to undergrad at Pepperdine University and then to their school of law. Later, I had moved out there during my first days as a fledgling writer and I wanted Tyler to witness what the other side of life was like. Here’s a kid who had survived his battle with the beast. He had entered her belly as a tear-stricken, frightened boy, and left a young man with seemingly nowhere to go. And, now, here he was, sharing a moment with Betsy and George, new members to his family, and Stolen Boy.

As we stood atop the cooling Santa Monica Mountains, there were so many questions that I’d wanted to ask Tyler, so many things I’d wanted to say to him, but I didn’t. Sure, we did talk a little bit about the small stuff – which cars he liked, what he thought of West Coast girls, and which school Tyler would eventually attend.

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George Lott, Betsy Lott, and Tyler Edmonds do Geoffrey’s, Malibu.

Tyler had talked about Mississippi State and he’d even mentioned possibly going to school in Arizona. And it was funny, too, because in his cool designer jacket and mirrored cop shades, Tyler looked perfectly natural in the rising hills above Malibu. Tyler looked like he could have just been left off with the other affluent students who attended my favorite university in the whole world. From watching him at the time, it was obvious Tyler was a kid of few words, but many thoughts and profound intelligence.

I tried to respect my short-lived time with Tyler, so I never asked him a word about his past. I wanted Tyler and his friends to enjoy every short moment they had with me. This wasn’t about me, and it wasn’t about my trying to pry into Tyler’s life, and bring his horrid past into this very serene moment. So we just watched as the fireball in the sky dipped into the blue horizon, and silence spoke a million words. George ran up into the scrub and took more pictures of the beauty that rests off the coast of education.

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A contemplative moment with Tyler Edmonds.

And all the peace and comfort made us very hungry. And that’s when I decided to take charge. “Where do we eat? In Beverly Hills or Hollywood?” I would ask on more than three occasions. “Or do we just do it right here in Malibu?” I got tough, then as the debate expanded, and Betsy, who wanted to treat her boys to a wonderful meal, then made the final decision by buying the three of us hungry guys a wonderful starlit, ocean-cliff side dinner at Geoffrey’s. And we ate. And I kept my mouth shut, just appreciating how lucky I was to share this special moment with a very special kid, and two new friends. I felt the peace that Tyler had found, and understood why this kid truly was something very special. Why I was so lucky. How beautiful life can truly be when you’re just a kid…

Stolen Boy contributor Tyler Edmonds’ second murder trial will air this week on TruTV, the new name for CourTV.

As you may remember, Edmonds was just thirteen years old when he was arrested with his half-sister and accused of killing her husband. A Starkville, Mississippi jury later found him guilty in 2004 and sentenced him to life in an adult prison.

However, in January of 2007, with a lot of help from his friends, family, and some fine lawyers, the Mississippi Supreme Court ordered a new trial after citing enough errors by Judge James Kitchens to warrant it.

The second trial for the now nineteen year old began this past Oct. 26 in Starkville, with a new judge, and ended with a not-guilty verdict Nov. 1.

“I’m kind of excited about it,” Edmonds told me last week. “I’ve never seen the trial before. And I’d like to be able to see what everybody else did.”

The trial will air during TruTV’s trial coverage program “In Session,” from 8 a.m. until 2 p.m. each weekday. This is one bit of must-see television programming you just won’t want to miss.

And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time… don’t live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you’ll find love,
And don’t forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Wont you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

Boy, don’t you worry… you’ll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

-Lynyrd Skynyrd

Simple Man… my favorite song in the whole wide world and it’s the kind of man I strive to be. For me, it’s a song that not only entertains, but explains what a man should be… of course there is more to a man than what this song depicts, but the basics are pretty much laid out right here.

Life isn’t a race. It’s meant to be lived, true. But it’s not a race to the grave. There are things that we all want to do before we die, but there is plenty of time…soak up each moment and truly ENJOY each moment. And when things go wrong, know that it’s not the end of the world. Keep your head held high, and keep on keeping on…troubles come, and they will pass. And no matter what, there’s always that someone upstairs looking out for you, holding your hand, and walking through the fire with you. Be something you understand. Be who you are, and no one else. Don’t complicate your life or yourself. Don’t make things more complicated than they have to be, and when possible, simplify the things that you can; accept the things that you can’t and move on. Money, cars, and riches are nice, but not necessary. Focus on your happiness and live in the now. Don’t worry about all the other stuff. The riches will all come in their due time. Forget your lust for rich man’s gold, all that you need is in your soul. And if you live like this, taking it one day at a time, one foot in front of the other focusing on the important things in life, you’ll find yourself, your happiness and ultimately, your satisfaction. Just be you, do what’s right…be… a Simple Man.

Tyler Edmonds
12/26/08